Dawson's POV,She looked amazing when she came walking out to my car. I knew why Dalton fell for her. Her long blond hair blew in the warm air. "Good morning." She said as she reached the car."Good morning beautiful. Are you hungry?" She nodded her head at me and put her seatbelt on. I took her far out of town and we found a cafe alongside the ocean. She was so calming to be around. Her mouth just ke

Brenda's POV, Once I got back to my hometown. The first thing Chris and I did was head over to Dillon's parent's home. I needed to know everything they knew. Chris and I sat there with Dillon's parents. "I'm so sorry," I said to his mother. Dillon's mother has always been such a sweet woman. All the years Dillon and I dated. We got along so well. She gave me a big hug.

I know this sounds bad, but when I left that room. My heart broke. He looked so lost and confused. I blamed myself once again. Did I really drive the only man that I have ever loved to go crazy and kill people? It was all like a really bad dream I couldn't wake up from.I almost ran into someone when I turned to walk down the hallway. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I said as I looked up and a man stood there in a suit. He was very tall and had sandy-colored blond hair. His eyes were light brown and he had a five o'clock shadow. He was very good looking.

"Three days Brenda, you have been out cold for three days." I heard his voice and felt his hand on mine. I started to crack my eyes open. Dawson sat next to me on the bed."Three days?" I managed to say. Then everything came crashing back to me and I sat up and scooted myself away from Dawson. I yelled out when I used my hand to move away. I looked at my hand that was all wrapped up. I then looked at Dawson. His face looked pained. I wondered what the hell he was doing here?

It's been four months since Dalton took me. I've been out in this cabin all this time. I don't know how to explain, but he hasn't tried anything with me. He doesn't yell or threaten. He is kind and loving. I'm not tied down or locked inside. I'm allowed out of the cabin and I go into the woods. I don't run or scream. I tell myself every morning when I wake up. I'm keeping people safe. He brings me anything I want or need. We have breakfast together. We have lunch together. We have dinner together. He leaves at times and still, I don't run. He is not bossy or controlling. He never tries to kiss me or touch me. I honestly don't know what his game is. I'm scared and I miss Dawson. I pray every night that he is still alive, but I'm afraid he is not.